The building was a relatively small apartment building near the southeast edge of Clarkstown. Built in the late nineteen fifties, it was condemned as unsafe after Hurricane Atlas damaged the structure. While this did prompt the owner to cancel all lease agreements and file for bankruptcy, many persons otherwise unable to find lodgings were willing to brave the dangers. The current ownership of the building is in dispute; a new case was recently filed after negotiations between the claimants broke down. Those able to see magic might notice that the building is well warded.

Rhythiel landed near the back entrance and waited for Shepherd to catch up to her.

"It's where he hid himself, the last couple of weeks. Not sure how old these shields are, but they do a good job of obscuring David's around the basement." Rhythiel opened the back door and lead the way to the basement.

Within the dark concaves of the building, a fiery aura just above them could be detected by the two mystical heroes...a flicker of arcane power radiating like a pulsing flame. Suddenly, the soot and dust about them catches alight, embers dancing just ahead of their vision...slowly forming into the distorted form of a flaming woman?

Rythiel and Shepard would be able to sense the presence of a witch more definitively now as the the glowing visage before them takes visable shape. First seen is a mane of shoulder-length scarlet waves of hair, next fair and toned, warm skin, offset by a top comprising of a brown leather, a teardrop shaped hole of cleavage presented. Within the seams of the corset and elbow length gloves are embroidered, pulsing rubies.

Her lower half is cloaked in a sort of armored skirt of the same material, it's pattern differing in that runes are stitched into the patterns of black and brown leather, accompanied by glowing streams of scarlet energy crawling upon her black thigh high boots like a creeping flame.

Raising her head to their fields of vision and opening her eyes, the orbs themselves a milky amber light, her voice silky yet threateningly warm, emphasized by the flaming longswords within each of her hands...

"I am Sister Flare...who are you, and do you hunt the summonor as well?"

Lights down the street flickered as the ghostly apparition of Misty Sinclair strolled down the street. A faint fog forming about her as she zapped the warmth from the air. Stopping feeling a pulse of power she looked around and spotted the figures of Rythiel and Shepherd entering a building. Then a much stronger power spike as Sister Flare makes her presence known. "Oh a show."

Misty faded from sight and hovered in the air drifting over to watch.

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

Rhythiel smiled wryly. "At this rate, half the city will know my story by dawn. Briefly, I told my mother I no longer worked for her. Her ties on me are gone." She looked at some of the wounds. "Although the wounds left from pulling those bonds remain." She showed no sign of noticing Misty Sinclair.

Sister Flare's face is impassive for several tedious moments...before she offers one nod of assent to both Shepard and Dythiel, finally adopting a passive stance; though her blades do not extinguish. She then comments quietly, thoughtfully.

"I see, I suppose I should thank you for broadening my understanding of this...affair. But the question remains: what is now hunting him?" She then turns to the direction of where Misty apparated, and she would be able to feel a heat surround her, indicating that her presence is sensed, as the Ember Witch states...

Her form became visible. She appeared as a 20 something maybe late teenager, dressed in a leather short skirt and very Goth like style her hair was in a pixie style. "Half the fun of being dead is spying on the living. Totally not worth it if you can tell I'm here."

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

"I'd have said living soul, myself, and avoid the implied contradiction. In addition to the distraction of Sister Flare, I plead recent injuries. In case you didn't catch it earlier, my name is Rhythiel." She bowed slightly towards the apparition.

Shepherd showed his own ghostly abilities as he phase shifted and was now transluscent and then turned invisible himself. Ron was the only one who ever saw him used that part of his ghostly powers the time at the burning building when they first met. the day he saved the little boy. Shepherd then returned to his normal form.

"Oh don't be worried about me. I'm what I said someone that wanted to watch a show. You three might be powerful types but not very good with hiding... If I could feel you three, so could someone else. I been dead for about ten years now so I can wait, just a matter of time before the fireworks."

She tilts her head "Of course with all that power being blasting all over the place I could drain some."

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

The creature sat perfectly still in the shadows. The darkness hid it hideous appearnce well. The dark green skin, the two extra arms, and the scales that covered its slender frame, accentuated by small bony spikes. It wore no clothing, looking more lizard than human. its 4 clawed hands sported razor sharp claws, its jaw protruded somewhat and was full of needlike teeth. It was a predator. It waited, as it's prey approached....

"She said what?!!?" the young woman on the phone gasped as she strolled down the street , not 3 blocks from the small apartment building."Tell her what i said!!" she retorted loudly" oblivious of the thing lurking in the next alley."Well when i get there ill show him myself".........she strolled unaware and so engrossed in her phone she didnt notice the flash of movement to her left as she passed the alley, She didnt see the ominous beast rise up behind her, towering over her at least 3 feet. It moved silently and fluid. She did however drop her phone suddenely. Standing behind her, the beasts talons were protruding from her chest. They punctured her as easily as a pin through a balloon. She gargled somewht, and went limp. The beast grasped her body easily and held it tight as it climbed the nearest roof to feed. All that was left on the sidewalk was a small purse, a pool of blood, and a cell phone with someone on the other end saying, "Erika? you there? what was that....Erika?!?!?".......

Shepherd could sense a soul passing to the spirit realm from near by as the victim's soul called out to him. to avenge her. shepherd looked at Misty. she had to had sensed it being a ghost herself. The Ghostwalker had soon teleported out of the building to find out what was going on. as he teleported outside he saw a strange spiritual signature that lead him to the phone. he looked down and saw the blood. He looked up and followed the signature to a roof.

Sister Flare's face crossed in anger as she also senses the passing of an innocent life, following Shepard in flickering burst of ash and flame to first the phone, and reappearing on the rooftop. Glaring about, she sneers as she raises her flaming blades...

"eeo suul dukaa" The hissing voice of the beast droned ....."Kot ul vokani"........It rose from its feast, still grasping what looked like a femur bone in one of its 4 arms.
Turning to face the two, it tried to tower over them, stretching it's body to stand nearly 9ft tall. The language it spoke was as old as time itslef, one of the first Daemonic tongues...
"khalisee dul gro mut gar".....It sensed the two in front were powerful.....They would make good meals.......It lunged first at Shepherd...lightning fast it tried to strike with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and two clawed hands. Simultaneously the other two arms, one weilding the bone as a club swun at sister flare.......

"So it begins." She drifted through the wall following Shepherd and Sister Flare. It was some kind of weird cosmic law, have x amount of heroes in one spot it bound to attract a villain. The reverse is also true. "lucky she got to go beyond."

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

Rhythiel briefly considered staying to guard David's hideout, but some instinct warned her not to ignore this creature. She flew out the door and it closed behind her. Then she flew up and spotted the daemon on the rooftop. She stooped and dived at the creature's back, rolling at the last instant to bring her hooves forward, hoping to catch it while distracted.

Sister Flare handsprings back from the creature's arm swipe with clear grace and training, leaving in her wake racing towards the creature a wave of scalding and choking embers. Meant to suffocate and distract, she awaits it's next movement as she presses her blades together, the flaming shape elongating into a fiery bullwhip, it's hiss against the concrete roof mirroring her tone.

"Run now like the rest of your gutless brethren, or burn for your crimes!" She hopefully taunts, gesturing covertly for Shepard to take a position to flank the creature.

The blades spinning in the air found thier marks on the charging beast. They sunk into its flesh and slowed its momentum. Three of them struck the beast in its chest and continued to sear it with thier energy, One dug into its thigh, the other two nearly severed the limb grapsing the bone. It dropped it and clawed frantically at the wounds while chocking on a cloud of cinder and ash that burned at its face and eyes. The flailing beast was an easy target for the hooved feet that found its large back and struck it , throwing it forward towards Sister flare.
"Lothaki door Koliit!!!!!" It howled as it , being hit by so many things at once stumbled and landed face down. It roared again and was trying to stand.......

Sister Flare immediately lashed forward with her flaming whip across the creatures exposed back without mercy with punishing strikes, before racing forward to vault over the demon and hopefully maneuver the whip around it's neck, intending to pull it taut and suffocate the beast. If this attempt were to fail, she would settle for raking her whip across it's legs if it manages to stand, shouting out to Rhythiel and Shepard...

"Keep it under fire, don't let up!" It seems she has no mercy for their opponent, and a uncaring stance regarding it's potential painful demise.

Shepherd had then launched another half dozen crossblades as they appeared in his hands. The ghostwalker then summoned his sword. as the weapon appeared in his hand. the handle was made of platinum, shaped like a cross and the blade was made of the same blue energy his crossblades were made of with jagged edges giving it a flaming appearance.

Sister Flare's whip landed viscious strikes and tore at the large beast. Roaring wiht each lash, the creature seemed fueled by the pain , in its attempt to try and stand. As it did more of those burning spinning blades sunk into it.....IT slumped again. Now the whip wrapped itself around the beasts neck as it clutched for some releif from the burning cord...Its strength was immense , Sister flare was struggling to keep it held tight. Having nearly lost another arm to those deadly blue blades, it tried to use its last two to swipe at anything , or anyone near.... the melee was intense.. "kolaka...Gro .........." it's voice trailed off....."The purrrrge" it gargled now as the strangle hold kept it in check. "is upon the flessshhlingssss."

A dark portal opened on the rooftop and Taurien stepped out. He immediately drew his swords, not having expected to arrive in the middle of a fierce melee. His eyes darted around, taking in the scene before acting.

With a prodigious leap, he flew toward the melee and tumbled over Sister Flare, who was kneeling upon the daemon's back. Stabbing downwards, he drove his blades through the daemon's two free hands, pinning them to the rooftop. Landing neatly only a few steps from the daemon's head, he summoned his bow Retribution and pulled the string taut. An arrow of pure holy fire blazed into life and he pointed it at the daemon's head. "Tell us of this purge and I will consider ending your existence quickly, beast."

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Sister Flare lessens her whip's grasp upon the creatures neck to allow it breath to speak, but not enough air to regain strength, as she hisses.

"Speak herald, in perhaps we will end you mercifully." Promises, as she calls upon deceptive strength to keep the creature mostly pinned, but some assistance may assist her further, a point she voices...

The creature pinned down and nearly helpless , still struggled to try and stand.....it was a failing effort. It spoke no more, but a voice, a cacophony of sinister laughter and many languages started to eminate from the corpse of the victim it had taken earlier. "Tolka hyri....The awoken.....they come....korna lo....kolaka gro.....the purge....hoooladi.....feeeed...."
The words repeated over and over, so many languages....they all said the same.

A few blocks away, the air started to sizzle.....a dull flash of purple light , followed by a swishing sound then a portal opening. In a second it was closed. Those who could sense such things would have easily, but the shambling thing that came through was harder to feel. It was hungry!!...

"Oh boy this really starting to sound heavy duty." She looked to the lizard thing Sister Flare has pinned and she makes a hand motion drawing on it's strength to boost her own. "That should weaken it more. What it's talking about feeding?"

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

Taurien fired the blazing arrow into the crown of the lizard daemon's head, then drew and fired another into the corpse. Both of them burst into flames. As he released Retribution, it flickered and then reappeared on his back. He retrieved his swords from the creature's hand and sheathed them on his back as well. He'd sensed the portal opening and now felt the intense hunger of whatever had exited. His voice emerged hollowly from underneath the hood. "They're coming... and they're hungry."

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Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.

Sister Flare took in this new information with a curious expression, before leaping back as the creature is executed, musing as she follows her new companions with her flaming whip now circled against her right hip, showing no signs of pain as it crackles.

Rhythiel opened the door and ran through, knocking it back open with a wing to provide Shepherd with a clear path. She stopped at the door to the basement, knocked, and shouted, "David, it's me, time to go!"

There was the sound of someone running up the stairs before the door opened, releasing a pine scent. The young mage started at Rhythiel's wounds, "What the-"

"No time. Grab the nice demon hunter, so he can teleport us." She gestured at Shepherd.

David pointed down the stairs and pronounced a single word. Then he grabbed Shepherd, letting the door close on a scrubbed clean basement with a lit firecracker on a hibachi in the middle of the floor.

The flames consumed the creature as a whole. Nothing left . The victim burned as well. Her charged remains lay on top of the roof where it fell.

The alley was dark and the shuffling of multiple legs searched for anything that could stop the insatiable hunger that burned within. 9 legs hooked and grabbed at anything alive to stuff into its gaping maw. This creature's appearence was much different from the first. It's bulbous body resembled more insect than anything. It had 9 legs of different sizes and a slew of vine like tentacles on its back. It snatched up rats, insects and any other thing it could. Placing the foods in one of its 2 mouths , it would swallow them whole. It had face or eyes to be seen. It just followed whatever scent promised something to eat. It môved in the alley and stopped. Sensing more reward in the structure, it scaled the wall with ease. Hanging on the wall, two tentacles burst through a window pane and came out with an older man in his pajamas .

"Okay show time over time for me to do something I guess." She stood and raise her arms "Spirits of fallen Heroes hear my call! Arise and fight for Right once more!" Three new spirits appear then each in a superhero like outfit. "Alright miss what's the trouble?" "Some kind of freakish hell monster thing from another reality bla bla bla. Anyway it's hungry and eats meat. Doesn't care if it's still alive at the time." "You heard her fellas, monsters wanting to eat people. Lets give them more then they can chew." The three ghostly Heroes sprang into action heading to the portal Misty following along.

Spotting the tentacles one of the ghostly heroes turned and channeled a blast of energy at it. "Found our targets! Hostiles at three o clock!"

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

As soon as Rhythiel and David held on to him Shepherd teleported appearing in front of the alter inside hs base in the abandoned church he put his hand on the bible and moved it causing the baptism pool to move, revealing a hidden door way with steps leading down to the bunker. As they entered the bunker, Rhythiel and David would notice a room with a huge moniter that gave him info on every supernatural creature that existed. next to it was a training room. There was a kitchen and a living room and 3 bed rooms.

"David, Shepherd. Shepherd, David." Rhythiel had a moment of apprehension, realizing she was inside a church, but suppressed it. "You'll be safe here, and I'll be back as soon as we deal with some hungry daemons." David set his pack down, and stood looking around the bunker.

"No!" She shouts with an inhuman echo, before suddenly racing forward as she catches sight of the man within one of it's tentacles, vaulting upwards by using projecting a burst of flame in a brief burst of superheated air, using that time to hopefully cleave through the appendages grasping the innocent man, intending to sear them otherwise while catching him IF he is released.

Regardless of her success or not, she would intend to land on the opposite side of the creature and transmute her whip into flaming dual blades, bounding around the beast as she hacks at it's legs without quarter, evading via teleporting randomly from leg to leg in a choking burst of embers, shouting.

The blast struck and severed the tentacles it hit. The old man was being tossed about like a rag doll. It was unknown his condition. The blast hit the creature before it had bit the man , but the flailing was intensely stressful on his old bones. As the heroes approached the creature , it moved the old man as if protecting it , shifting from tentacles to the hooked legs. A few tentacles lashed out at the approaching figures. Two of them released some needle like darts in thier direction .

One of the Ghostly Heroes responded "Hear you loud and clear miss." With that he charged tanker style at the beast without a care in the world. Behind him went the Energy blasting fellow and the third ghostly hero who seemed more along the lines of a Scrapper. Behind the three came Misty "How about a little unfair advantage?" She then blasted Sister Flare with energy the effects would be speeding her speed and reflexes.

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

The figure of Sister flare below the beast launched itself upward at the creature. Her blades cutting deep gashes in its legs. The burns hurt the creature , but it wouldn't relinquish it's prize . Her heat blast burned and seared the tentacles as they lashed. The gaping jaws snapping at open air as she teleports last second.

Sister Flare rolls back from her assault to briefly go on the defensive, erecting a momentary wall of flame hoping to sear the darts into ashes. Upon being vitalized thanks to one of Misty's summoned allies, she launches herself forward to vault over the monster once more, this time throwing two punishing fireballs, one aimed for each mouth as she attempts to finish her fear gripping onto the man and attempting to teleport him with her to the ground below near her allies.

When Rhythiel was Ready, Shepherd teleported into the middle of the action as they appeared in front of the creature. shepherd had then launched some exploding crossblades at it made of unstable energy.

Taurien leapt off the roof and landed atop the creature, driving his swords deep into its center mass. He displayed unmatched agility and swordsmanship as he pulled his blades out and rolled over one thick tentacle to engage three others in a whirl of strikes, parries, and ripostes.

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The darts sizzle and come through the wall burning , and with no inertia. Even if they hit anything they'd be harmless. Another volley unleashed at the charging heroes. Flare's hand was able to just grasp , barely, the old mans wrist. They disappeared a split second before the fireballs impacted the creature. One hit its mouth and exploded tearing chunks of chitin away and shattering a mandible inside the gaping maw. The other hit the creature behind the second mouth. It sent bits of tentacles and the top of one of the legs flying. The flames scorched the creature , it was hurt . The High pitched chatter it eminated gave that away.

The spinning blades struck thier foe sending chunks of chitin and gooey bits everywhere. The creature was even more frantic now.
The being on its back wouldn't move. It jolted and shook trying to escape those searing blades. The tentacles were falling and writhing where they landed .

Rolling to a stop swiftly with the man in her arms, she gently deposits him in a alley tucked away from combat, taking a moment to bathe the man in a reinvigorating heat should it take purchase and heal. Once that is done, she immediately flickers in a column of fire back into the fray, this time reappearing back to back to Taurien atop the creature's body as she strikes out and lashes across the demon's maws with her now blazing dual blades of pure fire, her combat prowess evident as she manages to parry or evade blows with both her inhuman speed and reflexes as well as her swords.

"So is this thing what you all got together to fight? Or is this just a random spawn of hell?" Misty didn't seem to be doing to much standing there from time to time she would drain some life force off the creature and radiate it outward. The Ghostly Heroes she summoned were doing the real work the Tankish fellow delivering super strong punches as the blaster nodded "Legs, got it." He lined up the shots trying to avoid Rhythiel and when he got a clear shot he sent a blast of energy... right before he faded out returning to the afterlife. "Aww one problem with calling for spirit help they don't stay in this plain long enough, that one was kind of cute."

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

The blows the creature took fom the spectral tanker cracked it chitin shell and even broke two of its legs. The energy blast seemed to find the cracked shell and did even more damage, burning away at its gooey innards. The powerful sweeping kicks from the hooved legs felled another leg as it was hit right at the joint and shattered.The 'riders' dealing so much damage, the blades plunging in and searing it on the inside, and the wounds from the strkies continued to burn.........The creature spinning around widly flailing away with the few functioning appendages it had remaining . A spinning glowing blue blade scored a direct hit and went inside the creatures mouth. The balde cut through its throat, and sunk into its central brain.The internal blast vaporized what was left of any thing keeping the thing alive. The hardened back shell burst open and would have forced the heroes off , if only to not be covered in slimy goo.

The old man sat upright a safe distance away.."where am i?"...his confused look was apparent. He looked at his legs and moved each one.

The creatures body slowly starts to burn....The strange purpleish flame grows and proceeds to start to consume the entire being. Even the peices that were severed or blasted away , ignite with the same flame.

The third portal opened underwater at the port of Clarkstown. It still would have been detectable by those gifted enough to hear it, but not by the two men fishing off one of the smaller peirs. The fourth (and final) opened just minutes later high above in the clouds. The creatures emerging were hideous beasts as well. One , soared over the area circling , using its huge black feathered wings to cut through the air with prescision and speed. It had two heads, they looked like a twisted form of human, and vulture. They each sported three eyes, ever scanning looking about. It had two arms that ended with two razor sharp claws . It also had three legs and a long thin, spiked tail. the legs resembled those of a large bird ending in taloned claws,
The creature underwater shambled its way to the shoreline and slowly started to emerge. It was more humanoid than the first, but bore a distincly large mouth , filled with rows of razor sharp teeth. It had only two long arms that it was dragging along side of it, its skin was dull brown, and it was covered in some sort of filthy slime that stunk to high hell.

"What is that smell?!" one of the fisherman asked ...."something probably washed up and were just getting the downwind waft of it now" the other one stated.......

The stench started to overwhelm the fisherman, "Lets move somewhere else, its getting worse".....One of them said as he started to pack his tackle up. The creature shambled it's way towards them, leaving stinking , slimy footprints. It was unaware of shepherds presence. "Hooladi" it whispered.......It was hungry.
Circling above the peir the other creature also saw the fisherman, and a few late night dock workers in the distance. "hooooolaaaaadiiiii" it shreiked, then it caught shepherds scent. The scent of a more 'filling' meal excited its senses and it dove.....

Taurien nodded to Sister Flare for the save, then his head snapped around as he felt the other two portals open, and then that sense of insatiable hunger again. At that moment, Shepherd teleported away. He turned to Rhythiel, Misty, and Sister Flare. "There are two more portals near the dockside. I believe one is underwater and the other is up in the air. We must go."

A portal formed behind him. "I will keep it open if you wish to use it." he said, just before stepping through. He arrived on the roof of a building with a waterside facing and was immediately hit by the nauseating stench of the creature that had emerged from Stewards Bay. Now that he was closer to the creatures, he could narrow down their location and he looked up as he found the winged one swooping in. His eyes followed its attack angle and he spotted Shepherd, unaware of its presence.

In one blurred motion, he sheathed his swords and drew his bow. "SHEPHERD, DUCK!!!" he yelled as he fired the bow three times, sending three blazing shafts directly at the diving creature.

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Shepherd Heard Taurien and ducked as he saw the flying creature. The Ghostwalker then spotted the two mortals from where he was as he summoned his shield of faith, encasing them in the forcefield to protect them from the creature that came from the water.

The blazing arrows sruck home on the diving, winged menace. It was forced to divert and almost crash landed right behind Sheperd. The fiery effect of the bolts that struck it burned away at one of its wings aas it writhed and tried to stand, recovering from the impact. The Other creature became very aware of the stonger life forces it could feed upon and turned towards Shepherd as well... It ran towards him, slowly, and as it approached it spewed a gusher of slime and filth...

As the winged one tried to stand, it was crushed back into the sand by the hooves of another foe. One of the heads on the slender necks went limp as a hoof just crushed it outright. The stunned creature had no other possible response but to bring the spiked tail up and try to swat the enemy on top of it.

Shepherd was relieved when he saw the creature turn it's attention towards him instead of the mortals. The Ghostwalker summoned the twins as dual pistols appeared in his hands and he opened fire on the creature hitting it with multiple bullets made of heavenly flame.

Rhythiel saw it coming, but was still off balance and couldn't dodge. The thagomizer ripped through her torso, knocking her off. She hadn't thought more pain was possible. As she fell, she twisted and tried to grab the remaining neck, hoping that the brain wasn't in the torso...

"Oh crap I'm going to have to be a hero aren't I?" Misty lifted off the ground flying now to where Rhythiel was fighting the Thagomizer. She raised her hand at the beast forcing it's life energy to flow out and into anyone around in this case Rhythiel. She then spun around and sent energy at Rhythiel affecting her body making her harder to harm. "Don't know if I can keep this up for long."

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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP

Rythiel was able to grab hold of the remaining neck of the beast. Its strength was great, even in such a slender area, The beak of the creature spoke "Koota movaki" Rythiel would have been able to tell it was trying to cast a spell....With its foe laying prone now, but grasping its neck with evenly matched strength, the creature brought its spiked tail up do deliver another blow. It was still trying to choke out the words of a spell...."koota movaki orn....." it kept restarting as the grip on its neck was starting to strangle.

The bullets that passed through the wall of filth and spewed slime, burned up. The slime wall was composed of a hellish mixture of acids and other burning fluids. The bullets destroyed sizeable amounts of it, but spent thier energy doing so. The few rounds that missed the wave of grotesque fluid, struck the creature and burned. The torrent intensified, it spewed more and more tryingto keep those deadly rounds away from it..

The increased flow of energy from Misty was allowing Rythiel to win the battle of sheer strength . The neck was starting to crush, she could feel it. It stopped trying to cast as it couldnt even speak.

Sensing the opening of the rifts as well, Sister Flare races through the portal and immediately wrinkles her nose at the scent, before shaking her head as she flickers forward to land just ahead of Rythiel upon the flying creature's neck. Reaching out, she attempts to pull Rythiel upwards to relative safety, then beginning her viscous assault on the beast's hide with her flaming blades, again using speed to her advantage.

The force of sister flares grasp and heave motion of rythiel, was too much, the tail came down missing the two and thudded in the sand. The sound of cracking bones and tearing muscles filled thier ears as the two heroes back pedaled with a great surge. Sister flares blades then went to work on the body of the beast, tearing flesh and burning away. At some point Rythiel would have noticed she was still grasping the second neck and head. It had been pulled clean off. The creature was dead.

The second creature was starting to slow, Shepherd's continuous hail of glowing blue bullets was starting to take its toll. It stopped spewing and started to turn. MOre came in strking it in various spots, the burning energy of the rounds consumed even more as they dissipated. The sound the creature was making was a god awful bellow of immense pain and shock. How could such petty things be able to harm it so. "Loda nok soool id..." its speaking was interrupted by a round finding its mark and hitting it square in the jaw..

Shephed looked at the creature as the glow in his eye began to intensify and he started muttering something in ancient hebrew. Runes started to appear around the creature as portals to hell opened and chains shot out wrapping themselves around the creature. they were known as the chains of damnation which he used once before against one of Contessa's minions. the chains began to drag the creature into he multiple portals that they came from. Shepherd then fired a few more rounds into the creature.

[/I]If this creature is like the others...[/I] Rhythiel tossed the head onto the sand where it would not damage anything if it burst into flame. She looked over to where the last creature fought Shepherd, and launched herself at it.

Meanwhile, the figure in black had entered the abandoned building to see what his target had been doing. He opened the door to the basement, but found no clues other than a scrubbrush, two empty bottles of Pine-CleanTM, and a hibachi with a pile of burning incense (and the remains of a firecracker) filling the room with fragrant smoke. He took pictures and left.

Flickering to the sand below, with Rhythiel in tow if the former Lillim took her offered hand as the creature fell. Regardless if she does so or not Sister Flare presses her blades together once more to form not a flaming whip but a blazing bow and enflamed arrows in a waist bound quiver, of pure arcane fire.

Taking sight of their remaining foe, she momentarily rests before suddenly reappearing in a burst of flame beside Taurien and launching arrows on it's wings, the deadly missiles set to tear into the flesh and pump heat like the venom in a wasp barb. Turning to her allies as she continues her attack, she states.

The chains wrapped the creature up and started to drag the beast down...bullets tore flesh from it and arrows seared and sunk into it before setting spots of it ablaze with thier holy fires. Rythiel's lunge caught it square, and sent it , while grasping at air back to the depths from wence it came....drug down by the chains opression.

All that was left of the creatures was the purple all consuming flame that envelpoed the winged ones remains.

Allowing her summoned weapons to disappear in a swirl of embers, Sister Flare turned to face her allies as she muses, her beautiful features now more distinct as the glow of combat fades.

"Well fought, for those not affiliated with the ever burning crown. I am Sister Flare, a Huntress of the Coven of Embers, and it's agent within the province of Titan City." She formally introduces herself, as those with the connections to the magical world could recall that the mentioned coven was all but wiped out centuries ago.

"I am Shepherd here known in my home reality as Gideon The Ghostwalker. An immortal living spirit of celestial origin where I come from, and a hunter of the creatures of the night. I am pleased to have fought beside you."

"I am Rhythiel, formerly of the Lillim, and still looking for my new path." She looked down at the mess the flying creature's thagomizer had made of her little black dress, and the new wounds oozing blood. The energy lent her by Misty had them almost closed, and it seemed the hole just below her collarbone was also a bit smaller than it had been. "I predict shopping in the near future.."

Sister Flare shakes Shepard's hand firmly, nodding to them all as she states calmly.

"A pleasure indeed. But this battle didn't solve the problem of what or who may be calling upon these creatures...and despite their lack of strength to us, they will use the advantage of numbers in the future."